"he doesn't love me,"
she says, sadness in her voice.
oh, but he does.
it just so happens that
whenever he looks at you,
you're looking away.
the look he gives you,
it's like you're all he has
and all he wants.
he'd gladly get the roses
for you, doesn't matter
if he cuts himself on a thorn.
you're all he could ever
ask for.
he loves you, darling.
oh, so much.
if only you could see.
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoésieIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
